La la la.... Refrain: Jolie K-frine je ve gouT ton pti chou la Vasy vi1 la Joli K-frine je ve gouT ton pti chou la Rien que pour toi x2 Couplet: Tu
fiend, it's the return of the God, peace God And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela On the table, screaming f@#k the other side,
(feat. Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see
dude bring I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring Reebok Baby You need to drop some new things Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings
of the god, peace god (Uh, uh) And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela On the table screaming fuck the other side they jealous We
can't hang Let me tell you who I'm is Lunatic mayne, straight up out the ??? land Nine on my right, ten more karats on my other hand In different colors
anything's true And you're too stupid to ever get to know me personally But personally that actually works for me Cuz the last thing that I need's a string
I weave with brightly colored strings To keep my mind off other things So, ladies, let your fingers Dance And keep your hands out of romance Lovely witches
hang Let me tell you who I'm is Lunatic mayne, straight up out the Heart Land Nine on my right, ten more karats on my other hand In different colors mayne
no bottom There is a sorrow to be desired To be sorrows desire All we move by the book of numbers Im held together by string Ii hear not the voices of others
do bring I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring Reebok, baby, you need to drop some new things Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings
't hang Let me tell you who I'm is Lunatic mayne, straight up out the heartland Nine on my right, ten more karats on my other hand In different colors
it's the same s*** Ain't no half steppin' on some Big Daddy game s*** I walk like a hustler, pimpin' hustlers language We don't know each others language
are Microphone fiend, it?s the return of the God, peace God And ain?t nobody fresher I?m in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela On the table, screaming fuck the other
machine Looking around, everything I see it seems to lose its color Don't know what's become of me Barely alive, how did I survive? One day just like the other
races Different voices, different choices Some are mad, while others laugh Some live alone with no better half Others grieve while others curse And others
dark And we move to the other part of it Secret part of your restless heart To glide past every city light Like a satellite careering through the sky This color